Come back Spliffy

I can't do a bigs bloggers as I'm talkers to Spliffy. He is such a scardie spitfur he's gone up high and says he won't come downs until the earthsquack and all the nasty stupids thickers beans have gone aways. Big bean says he may be up high for a few darks and brights. Come back Spliffy we all misses you.

we had an earthsquack

Baba Yaga, save us. The ponderosa had a big wobbles, a big wobble, everybeaster squeeked and squaked and jumped and flappered, we had an earthsquack. An earthsquack on the ponderosa, dude, every beastie was awakes and chattering. It's all quiets now but I worry about Spliffy, he squeeked like Nanki Poo and ran off into the wilds.

chillers little cooties

Wow, the ponderosa is a jumpin' and a splashers and tremblers. All the feathers and furs are worried and even my beakers has a little tinglers. The coot are so scardie they paddle so fast the runs on top of the wets, silly squacks, just munchers some curly underweed and chillers little cooties.

scary looker on his face

I was chompers my first snackerling when Spliffy's dad Rocky said has your beakers felt a feeler. He said something bigs was going to happens but he didn't know whats and I should keeps my beakers peeled. Don't know what that means but he has a scary looks on his face.

green eggs and I am

I'm a world wide duckers, my lookers are from the big webs. One bean from zeelanders looks in lots so I look for a zeelander ducker and I sees this. Dude that is one ugly ducker, with a bigs long beakers and whoo, sees the egger, it's a hairy egger, a hairy egger and it's got green insiders, squackers and yuckers.
No wonder zeelander bean likes Dunky, who could like green eggs and I am so happy this baby bean checks out the only ducker blogs on the webbers you are my favourite far away bean, big squacks and happy nesterlings just to you.

Pigwings makes me laffs

Ha, pigwings, they makes me squacks loud. Pigwings eat ducker snackerlings and breadlings so we don't likes them and they do bigs poopers and I means bigs poopers mainly on beans heads.
But sometimes a pigwing makes me laffs and laffs till snackerling pops out of my smellers.

cry . . . freedom

Heys beans I'm a quiet duckies with my bloggers, pond life is getting warmer, the springer duckers are moving in. They all want to make little squacks, lots of little squacks. The words of ruddy wets and the good pokers that visits is spreading and lots of duckers are on my ponderosa, we welcomes all, all canards that cry . . . freedom

A face like a manky mallard.

Soz beans, my last bloggers had too much curly underweed, it was a dreams in the midspringers darks but the head top made me laff like a gooser.
No pokers on the ponderosa, so me and my fave spitfur, Spliffy had a waddle and a chatter and I told him my joke about puddles and he laffed and laffed but his sister Bongo said it was rude and made a face like a manky mallard.

O dainty duck! O dear!

What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good.

Lots of windy pops.

It's a coldie, hard waters, Dunkers was right, my beakers said cold and cold we haves.
All the spiney hoggles, bugglers and even mister croques have gone back to kippers even Nanki Poo wouldn't come out for a chatter. My beaker says it will get warmers soon but with lots of windy pops and we may have a big dry wobble soon.

This is a birds sky

Loz bean has taken some pikkies of the ponderosa and the skys. Everyone says cool pics but Dunkie says your beans see'ers are borings.
All duckers have three see'ers, brights, darks and curly underweeds. I need to show you beans how the curly underweeds make the skys look, but I must warns you that if you looks on this you will never be the samers, you will seek the curly underweed, you will fail, you will be a broken bean.
Just looks, this is a birds sky, we all likes this, it's a connection to Baba Yaga and the first egg.
All birds need the big, strange, colour bright sky, it's ours, not yours.

I'm stuck on the wets

Ha, you doubt the Dunkers beaker, I was rights. The cold brights and the hard wets are back and I'm stuck on the wets. all the duckers and mullards can waddles on the hard wets, there is too much Dunky to waddles on the hards, too much pizza make me crackle the hards and paddles in the wets, the shamers, the shames, don't looks, noo, don't looks.

the spiney hoggles have stopped kippers

The wets and the drys have been so toastie warms that trees are making budders, tasty little planters are growing and the spiney hoggles have stopped kippers and are looking for sluggies and buggers.
Norms says he's been kippered all of the colds but have a looks. I thinks not only is he telling the porkers he looks likes he's been nomming them too.

I hope it doesn't happen to Duncs

Ahoy hoy beans, remembers me saying not to spits the gums on the drys well, head bean says I must tell all you beaners not to eats the gummies either. So don't spitter and don't eats otherwise this will happens and man that looks nastys I hope it doesn't happen to Duncs and I hope they don't goes poppers.

blowing the gummy bubblers

Look beans, we have a problemers, you chews the gums and spits it in the dry ponderosa, but my little friends pick these gum spits up and all is not gooders. Many little beasties feed in the drys and they haves trouble with bean gum . . . just looks . . .

Even our little baby bugglers are blowing the gummy bubblers, don't smile, just don't spitters the gum.

Dunkie in the spring wets with Ennjay

Today is a strange day, beans are all gooey and lovers and hugglers and trying to makers baby beans, he he, you beans, you're as frisky as a Dunkie in the spring wets with Ennjay.

So, boy beans, take it from me, nothing gets an oooh from a girlie betters than a collections of little baby duckerlings.
Trusts the Duncs, show this to a girlie and you'll be a twirping in no time.

I need to kippers

Look, I'm a busy duckie, I'm doing adverters for carcrafters and a banker thing I thinks but it's hard works being a world wide webbers heart throbber and all round alpha uber smoothie duckerling on the big wets of Rudders and the little wets of Sniggers. It's a hard job for a little ducker.
So I need a kippers from time to time, hey I'm the only duckers on the webbers, those other mullards just paddle, poop and squack, not one has a bloggers. I need to kippers, tuck my headers on my back . . . . blisserings.

My names is Duncan not Paxo

Oh happy nesterlings, the taxer is back, me and taxer stevie we got a thing going on. He has tasties breaders and snackerlings and he loves to chat with elDunco. But taxer stevie, my names is Duncan not Paxo but hey cool bean, thanks for all the chompers. Keep on poking baby and don't forgets I like pizza too.

I'm a world wide webber

I'm a world wide webber, beans from brazillion, yorkies, zeelanders, germanies and my new friendlierest duckerling, Max from californier. He's only got a little wets to play in but can flaps a bit higher than Dunkie.
Hey dudie duckers Max, big squacks to you and welcomes to all my new friendliers from all over the webbers.
How many is a brazillion exactly? I may need some new battery for my bloggers.

deesmitts, you're a real banker

Y'ello beans, I have a feelings in my beaker, chills, hard wets and misty times are on the ponderosa soon. Duncan knows these things, trusts me, my beakers says so.
All duckers on the wets have gone quiets while this heavy mega ducker paddlers by. Man, he's one evil bird, he's called a deesmitts, he's a real banker, stupid in the header from the midlands, these lovely wets don't need bad birdies like this, I'm glad he's flapped off, good ridder, sad squack.

Lesbo and Bobble, what duckers.

Now looks, I've seen some sadders things in my lifer but these are sadders and sooo happynesterling funnies all at the same times.

Two mullards have gone into heavy featherling colourings, man we are in shocks. Not since the brights of Eddie Buzzard have we had such funs.

 Ennjay laffed so much she had bugglers coming out of her smell holes. Ha, these mullads, Lesbo Mits and Bobble Rads are so sads, they thinks they are coolers and bigs but we all knows they are just very, very sad duckers, with sadders lives and no chance of making any duckerlings of values. They'll just bobbers about doing nothings with their times but will trys to stop elDunco from building a happy nesterling with Ennjay for my little duckerlings, such sad squacks.  They make me honks like a gooser.

A bustle in my hedgerow

Stayed in the wets all through the darks, it was OKs. I never scaredies if there's a bustle in my hedgerow, well sometimers, if it's a big bustle.
Now the duckers are saying the mullads are getting new colourings on the featherings to attract the duckers to make duckerlings. Poop, that would never happens you don't need colourings you need tasty snackerlings and a joke about puddles to impressers the girlie duckers, that's all.
What exactly is a bustle anyways?

My best friendlier mister croques

Ahoy hoy my little beans and pokers I'm back in Sniggers again with my best friendlier mister croques, he's my winger and he's keeping his see'ers out for the big flapping spitfur so we don't get nommed.
I told him my puddles joke and he didn't laff, but I still likes him as much as cheese and hammers pizza and that's a biggs likes.
Some duckers are back and something strangerling is happens . . . I'll tell you alls.

A very hungry duckerling

Another lovely bright, still no signs of Ennjay or the other duckers or mullards. I hope they are back soon as a boy ducks thoughts at this times is making happy nesterlings and baby Dunkers.
And just incasers you wondered what a baby Dunkie looks like here is me as a duckerling, trying to catch a buggers, a very hungry duckerling, someone should write my storytales.

Paddlng a bit low in the wets.

A bean called taxer gave me some breadlings, what a nice bean you are and I think you poke the flappers too so you'll be back with more tasty snackerlings . . . nom . . . nom . . . nom. I'm filled up to me beakers and paddlng a bit low in the wets.

Sniggers has a flapping spitfur

Hey Hoo, not many pokers so I am exploring the big worlds of Rudders and Sniggers, man we have some weird flappers, carplings, trenches and pesky little gudgers. But, I must warns you beans that Sniggers has a flapping spitfur in the deep wets. A huge beaster, big bugglers hole, scared the poopers out of elDunco when we came see'er to see'er. I'm not going back to Sniggers until the monsterflapper is gone, OK Pokers, poke this one, poke him good.

I crashed on my beakers

Wow, doncha know, today I did an amazer, a totaller amazer, I took offs. I was having my morning stretchings and flappers and I had my maiden flights and was so shockered that I left the dry landers that I crashed on my beakers, man it stingies and was so uncool I may never go up in the air again, the shamers, the shamers.

Advertising Pet Dentists are not making me noodle tokens, this adverting is from Japaners, it's about a ducker but I'm not sure it's cool, I mean what . . . this may be our last adverting.

Punxsutawney Phil

This is a special bright let me give you a clusie . . . . 

They say we're young and we don't know

We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you.

It's grounghogglers bright and groundhogglers from all over the worlds, from General Beauregard Lee to Shubenacadie Sam and everyones fave Punxsutawney Phil perdicters nice brights or colder brights.  Well, they get it wrongs every year. I knows coz of my beakers but no one ever asks elDunco, silly beans.

a bit like a cold goosey.

Ha, my beakers is never wrong, whites everywhere and hard wets which as you know is very seriously. It means I can't get to the curly underweed, nnnooooes. If I go longer than two brights and a dark I starts to shake and shivers, a bit like a cold goosey.

Two big beans and a little bean came to look and chatters to the Dunc and the two big beans said that I should be a stoned curler and be pushed on the hard wet with a big wooden. Good little bean said no so I was saved, I think his name is Sawney Bean, big squackerlings to you my fave blue bean, I hope you're not hungry.